The Collected Letters, Volume 1

Departing from home on Friday last, I reached Eskdalemoor Manse, and next day progressed laboriously by the steps of Glendarg,
across Ettrick & through between the Loch of the Lowes & St Mary's into the farm of Henderland upon Meggat water. The hills
were shrouded with a shifting screen of vapour—frequently precipitating itself upon my poor carcase in the shape of rain.
The lakes looked sweet & peaceful. Being pressed for want of time, I could not call upon your brother (tho' I passed the foot
of Glengaber—the house two miles distant), but I left your letter in the hands of one of Anderson's herds—his wife's I mean—who
had seen your brother that day, and expected to see him next day also. James & all his household were we[ll. I] staid all night in Manor water district, & yesterday reached Edinr about five o'clock[.] I got Newton from David Brown1 who assures me (& I believe him) that it was the best Edition, for 17/. I shall send it in the coach to-night. I parted with
Mr Leslie, half an hour ago. He is busy, with his Analysis—& conic sections but engaged to get me Donna Agnesi's book2 from the library. I expect a letter from you immediately—& remain (in very great haste)

My Dear Sir, / Yours faithfully, /

Thomas Carlyle

You will not neglect to forward that note (with its enclosed tune of music) to Miss Harper—& write without delay—